5,000 Likes Giveaway!

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I recently reached 5,000 Likes on Facebook and wanted to have a…

GREAT BIG GIVEAWAY TO CELEBRATE! 

I want to thank everyone for the support, likes, comments, and tweets! I love chatting with all of you!

Onto the good stuff!

The great BIG grand prize winner will get a brand new COACH bag, along with signed paperbacks and swag from a few of my absolute favorite authors!

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You’ll get your choice of a signed paperback from the beautiful Katie Ashley525377_165508976940793_2047163820_n

A signed paperback of one of my favorite books of 2013, Arsen by Mia Asher17999935

Signed copies of Forever Black, Forever You, and Forever Us from the lovely Sandi Lynn

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Your choice of a signed paperback from E.K. Blair‘s stunning Fading series…Fading-Series-Ek-Blair-Covers

And your choice of a signed paperback from K.I. Lynn‘s ultra sexy Breach series…

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And there’s more! A bookmark and signed bookplate (with an OWL!!) from M. Pierce, author of the Night Owl Trilogy. mpierceprizes

Price #2: $15 Amazon Gift Card and signed swag from M. Pierce and Adriane Leigh

Price #3: $5 Amazon Gift Card and signed swag from M. Pierce and Adriane Leigh

Good luck! And from the bottom of my heart, thank you. xo

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RIDGE is LIVE on Amazon!

Happy March!

I am so excited to share with you that RIDGE is live on Amazon!
Early feedback has been overwhelmingly positive–readers are loving this bad boy!

I’m including a snippet from the first chapter of Ridge.
Thanks to Lea and Melissa for the teasers!

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Sometimes doing the wrong thing feels so right…

I’m a player. I’m an asshole. I’m someone you should stay away from.

I have demons.
I’ve made mistakes.
And the biggest can’t be taken back.

I’ve gone to hell and back in twenty-nine years and I’m only now coming to terms with moving forward, righting my wrongs, and making amends. Except not everyone deserves forgiveness. Sometimes the damage done is beyond repair.
Everyday is exactly the same. I focus on the pain, in the quest to feel and forget, but I remember everything. When I close my eyes the darkness encroaches and some days it feels like the things that kill me are the things that make me feel alive.

Ridge, like Wild, is a standalone.
Reading Wild first will provide some back story, but is not required to read Ridge.
*This book includes situations that some may find uncomfortable.

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Chapter One

I hovered over her sweet body, the soft flesh beneath my fingers like fucking silk. Her hands laced in the rungs of the headboard above her head, propping her breasts high and full for me. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, full lips formed in a a perfect O as moans escaped her throat.

She was fucking stunning. I moved in and out of her, slowing my pace, hitting her as deep as I could, rounding my hips with each slow thrust and drag. She was everything, had been my everything for a few months, the only one that had ever gotten me.

All of me.

The me that no one else had ever seen.

Fuck of it was, she was my brother’s fiancée.

I’d fucking taken her right from under him.

I hadn’t meant to, I don’t think she’d meant to either, it’d just happened one night, and there’d been no going back.

And now here we were, months later, I was still plowing into her—taking her, owning her, making her mine—every fucking night in my bed, hearing her call my name, her eyes hazy with lust and love when I finished.

Except tonight was different.

Tonight was the last time.

Tonight I was ending it.

My heart clutched in my chest as the words floated through my head. My eyes burned with the pain of it.

I didn’t want to let her go, but more than anything, I was sick of running. And seeing my brother again had finally opened my eyes.

This was it.

This was it for us. For me and her. For the girl that had wrapped her fingers around my soul and held it so fucking tightly it was as if my every fucking breath depended on her.

Copyright 2013 by Adriane Leigh

Yours in Smut,

Adriane

 

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Ridge Cover Reveal + Teaser

Ridge, the second book in the Wild Series, releases March 3, 2014.

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Synopsis

Sometimes doing the wrong thing feels so right…

I’m a player. I’m an asshole. I’m someone you should stay away from.

I have demons.
I’ve made mistakes.
And the biggest can’t be taken back.

I’ve gone to hell and back in twenty-nine years and I’m only now coming to terms with moving forward, righting my wrongs, and making amends. Except not everyone deserves forgiveness. Sometimes the damage done is beyond repair.
Everyday is exactly the same. I focus on the pain, in the quest to feel and forget, but I remember everything. When I close my eyes the darkness encroaches and some days it feels like the things that kill me are the things that make me feel alive.

*Ridge, like Wild, is a standalone.
Reading Wild first will provide some back story, but is not required to read Ridge.

 

Excerpt

I hovered over her sweet body, the soft flesh beneath my fingers like fucking silk. Her hands laced in the rungs of the headboard above her head, propping her breasts high and full for me. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, full lips formed in a a perfect O as moans escaped her throat.

She was fucking stunning. I moved in and out of her, slowing my pace, hitting her as deep as I could, rounding my hips with each slow thrust and drag. She was everything, had been my everything for a few months, the only one that had ever gotten me.

All of me.

The me that no one else had ever seen.

Fuck of it was, she was my brother’s fiancée.

I’d fucking taken her right from under him.

I hadn’t meant to, I don’t think she’d meant to either, it’d just happened one night, and there’d been no going back.

And now here we were, months later, I was still plowing into her—taking her, owning her, making her mine—every fucking night in my bed, hearing her call my name, her eyes hazy with lust and love when I finished.

Except tonight was different.

Tonight was the last time.

Tonight I was ending it.

My heart clutched in my chest as the words floated through my head. My eyes burned with the pain of it.

I didn’t want to let her go, but more than anything, I was sick of running. And seeing my brother again had finally opened my eyes.

This was it.

This was it for us. For me and her. For the girl that had wrapped her fingers around my soul and held it so fucking tightly it was as if my every fucking breath depended on her.

Copyright 2013 by Adriane Leigh

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/19188924-ridge

WILD Cover Reveal + Prologue

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About the Book

Kat Kennedy moved to the rugged coast of Maine to start a new life, but encountered much more than she bargained for in dark, dangerous, and seductive Lane Wild…

Desire and temptation smolder before she succumbs to her darkest fantasies with the captivating stranger. She doesn’t expect to see him again after an explosive one-night stand leaves her breathless and craving more, but just like lightning in the darkness, he shows up in her life at the most unpredictable moments.

A sensual game of cat and mouse ensues before the attraction between them reaches a fever pitch—the magnetism combustible, the sexual tension nearly unbearable—and Kat finally abandons inhibition and explores the cunning, selfish, and sexual side of a world she’s never known.

They have the perfect non-relationship—passion-fueled nights with no strings attached—until lifegets real and the past and present collide in a dangerous storm of lust and obsession.

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Prologue

Sunday morning and I felt like ass. Complete an total bullshit ass. Worst hangover of my entire fucking existence.

I stepped through the doors of my small cottage on the beach and headed straight for the bathroom. I needed to get the awful taste of alcohol out of my mouth. I hadn’t gotten so fall-down drunk since I was in high school. That graduation party that Jenny Gordon had had when we drank vodka and juice and I made out with her brother. Every time I closed my eyes that night I saw stars. Actual stars spinning behind my eyelids.

I stepped into the bathroom and assessed myself in the mirror. My cheeks: hollow. My hair: a wild mess, tangled around my shoulders. Dark circles under my eyes and a smudge of mascara rimmed beneath my eyelashes. I looked like hell and I felt like hell, and the actual worst part about it was it wasn’t just me there to witness it. Here I was, stumbling in at six am, fresh from crawling out of someone else’s bed.

What a shit storm I’d created last night.

His wild dark hair and sexy grin slammed into my brain. He’d driven me to distraction at the bar last night. I’d only been in town a few weeks, and I’d stopped in for just one drink. I was keeping to myself, but I couldn’t help but notice his beautiful face and body made for sin throwing darts with a few other guys. His laugh was full and hearty and echoed across the room garnering everyone’s attention. The women fawned over him and the guys hung out with him; he was the most popular guy in the pace, commanding the attention of all. And even when I was trying to divert my eyes I couldn’t help but sneak glances.

So I’d had another drink and pretended not to watch that devilishly handsome grin light his face.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked. The breath caught in my throat when I turned to look at him. He looked at me with a sexy sparkle in his endlessly deep, arctic blue eyes. His full lips turned up in a seductive grin. He was so much fucking trouble, I could see it pouring off him. If I hadn’t suspected it before when he was flirting with all the girls in the place, It was obvious now that I was in his space.

But unfortunately for me I so liked being there.

“Thanks.” I nodded my head and turned back to my drink because there was nothing else I could say. He slid onto the bar stool beside me and nodded to the bartender.

“Haven’t seen you before, passing through?” his deep voice reverberated across the space between us and slammed straight between my thighs. He had the sexiest voice I’d ever heard. How was it possible for one man to be so sexy? To be so blessed with the entire package? A sharp stubbled jaw line, the fullest lips that had me wondering what they’d feel like trailing across my body, stunning eyes that sparkled mischievously when he spoke. It was obvious he left intelligent women everywhere struggling to find words.

“New, yes. Thanks.” I smiled as the bartender set our drinks down.

I don’t remember much from that point on.

Well that’s not true, I remember bits and pieces, the most delicious parts.

His hands ran up under my shirt as he pinned me against the door of his truck.

His lips on my neck, teeth nipping at the flesh.

Stumbling up the steps to his house, his body slamming me against the front door, hands locked above my head as one of his palms trailed up my thigh and under my dress to hook my leg around his hip. A thumb hooking in the delicate lace of my panties before his fingers breach the fabric and run up my soaking wet length. My body writhing against his as he sucked on my earlobe, his fingers working in an out of me before my first orgasm bloomed low in my belly and shot across every nerve I had.

He opened the door and we stumbled into his house, making it just to the foyer before he kicked the door closed and laid me down on the floor, his hard body hovering over mine, caging me in.

The sound of a zipper as he pushed the jeans down his powerful thighs.

His rough hands trailing up my legs and over my ribcage before pulling the dress over my shoulders.

Fingers hooking in my pushup bra and pulling the fabric down to reveal the hardened peaks of my nipples. Teeth dragging across the sensitive flesh as he slides between my thighs and teases his arousal through my slick folds.

The low growl that escaped his throat as my nails dug into the hard muscle of his back and dragged across his skin.

My second orgasm in as many minutes as he ground his hips between my thighs and fucked me so hard the only words that escaped my lips were, “Oh, God.”

Oh, I remembered plenty.

But the most mortifying of my walk of shame this morning was the realization that I still hadn’t caught his name.

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A Deliciously Long and Dirty Light in Mourning Teaser

I’ve been slacking BIG TIME on the teasers this go ’round. So I’m making it up to you. I’ve got a long one. Long and dirty and a little painful, just the way I know you all like it :)

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One evening I was at the store picking up more beer and dog food when I ran into Briana, or was it Kelsey? Fuck if I remembered. I could hardly keep them straight when I’d screwed them this summer. I tossed a jar of peanut butter into my cart when a hand slid around my waist and a husky voice whispered in my ear. I’d be lying if I said my dick didn’t twitch to life—purely reactionary—because the second thing my brain registered was that this girl was trouble wrapped up in psycho.
“Didn’t know you were back in town. Why didn’t you call me?” she breathed as her hand trailed down to my ass and gave a squeeze. I rolled my eyes before I turned and plastered a smile on my face.
“Hey, what’s up?” I took her in. Briana I think it was. Tight jeans, heels, bright red sweater that covered her sizable tits up but still managed to be indecent.
“You been here long?” she murmured in my ear as her hand smoothed down the front of my jeans and brushed against my cock. For a split second I thought about taking her home. My body and mind raged, I wanted to fuck Georgia out of my system. Sink balls deep into this girl and fuck away the pain. But the thought of being with anyone other than Georgia had my stomach twisting painfully.
“Few weeks,” I said before removing her hand from my junk.
“Let’s get together. You still have my number, right?” She caressed my arm suggestively.
“Yeah, I got it.” That was a lie. I’d cleared all numbers out of my phone that weren’t Georgia one night on the boat when I was drunk and bitter. “I’ll call you.” I turned back to the cart, trying to blow her off.
“Are you busy tonight? I have plans but I could be persuaded into canceling them.” She brushed her tits against my arm. My dick was still stirring to life. He was all in. My fucking head wasn’t though. I was getting pissed. I was so sick of girls that refused to take a hint.
“Got things to do, sorry.” I pushed the cart down the aisle and headed for the liquor. I think tonight was going to be a scotch kind of night.
“Maybe tomorrow then?” She trailed after me.
“Maybe, I’ll call you.” I continued to walk.
“Okay, Tristan. Good to see you.” She cupped my ass and her fingers wrapped around to my balls from behind. I sucked in a quick breath as all the blood rushed to my dick. My heard refused to think straight.
Fuck.
I ground my teeth together.
All I wanted was Georgia.
Could I fuck someone else? Did I want to? I’d tried that all summer and it hadn’t worked for shit. Except now Georgia wasn’t here to pull me back in. I wouldn’t have to wake up the next morning, the smell of sweaty sex on me from some other chick, and look into her pained eyes. My dick pounded in my jeans as I scrubbed my palm over my face.
“See you later,” I grumbled before pushing the cart with a little more force than necessary. I bee-lined for the scotch, grabbed the most expensive bottle they had, and then hit the check out lane.
Close fucking call. It was a good thing I didn’t have the girl’s number because it was possible I’d be tempted to cave some night when I was drunk and angry as fuck at Georgia. Thankfully, at this moment, I’d had the foresight to see that I’d only wake up with a sick sense of regret in the morning. I headed back out to my truck and prayed that I wouldn’t run into her again.

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Unedited and subject to change.

Copyright 2013 by Adriane Leigh

Light in Mourning available October 2013. Add it on Goodreads.